Friday, 10 April 2015

Impure

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She was a busy woman. Her youth and impeccable looks made sure she never went out of business. She had been initiated into the flesh trade by her mother when she was barely twelve, when all she had wanted to do was fly kites and feast on flavoured ice. But five years into the business, she was adept at fixing rates, faking her feelings and sweet talking her clients into showering her with gifts. She had even mastered the art of lying to herself about the pain, the disgust, the helplessness and the anger that she felt.

During the initial years her mother had warned her, “Never fall in love with a client. They are not here to give us what we want but to take from us what they want.”  She had believed every word of it until she was swept away from her feet by a man who visited her every Friday. He was in his thirties, fairly good looking, with a streak of gold encircling his ring finger. They spent many nights enjoying each other’s company, talking endlessly until dawn snatched him away from her embrace. She realized that she was deeply in love with this man. She felt trapped between two worlds that could never meet and decided to confess her love to him, convinced that he too felt the same. He was different from the other men she had been with.

His words echoed within her, filling her eyes with grief. “How can an impure one like you even dream of a life with a gentleman like me?” She thought it strange that it was always the woman who was made to feel impure and not the man who was equally involved, even after having betrayed his wife.





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13 comments:

  1. Hello there.
    Not sure if this is fiction or fact, but sadly, this is real life for some. Thanks for sharing.

    Entrepreneurial Goddess

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  2. A poignant piece Vidya...loved it through out. Wish if he has reacted otherwise, a life would have changed for sure :)

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  3. How true it is always the woman's fault. Your piece is very evocative.

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  4. Looks like she did try to follow her mother's advice, but then the heart wants what the heart wants. A sad story, albeit a very real one.

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  5. Betrayal, disguising as a gentleman, all those won't make a man impure! How strange!? Beautifully told, Vidya.

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  6. There is so much authenticity to this story...and we still live with these double standards, not just within prostitution. As a much younger woman, I dated a man and didn't learn until later that he was engaged. After I found out, I continued to see him until one night, when he told me his parents felt sorry for me. That woke me up. He was just "doing what guys do," and I was "ruined." I never bought into that and moved on.

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  7. If she was impure, then in no sense of word was he a gentleman!! Always blaming the women!!

    It Happens For A Reason

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  8. A sad reality for so many!! A poignant one, Vidya!

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  9. Superbly written story! So sad but true. Kudos!
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  10. Oh, indeed, the woman is to blame, always to blame! This was a short, well written piece, no words wasted. In a strange way as much as her mother did this horrible thing to her, she did give her daughter good advice in the end. Alana ramblinwitham.blogspot.com

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  11. He was no gentleman at all. Sad story but very nicely written and probably a reality for many.

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  12. He was definitely different than other men for he didn't get the meaning of "gentleman" right! Just wonder how he could make sense in all those endless talks.. Well written Vidya!

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